The Bad Girl And Good Boy

CHAPTER 8 (TUTORING)

JEWEL'S POV:

I got up in the morning as usual groaning rubbing my eyes as the bright sun rays hit my eyes indicating the start of a new day. Well the day seems pretty pleasant today.

But alas, the feeling of missing something comes back to haunt me. My heart sinks at the feeling and I don't even know why. Maybe I am missing my friends. There is a possibility. I convince myself with the shitty explanation I gathered and let myself sink in the jacuzzi hot water bath.

As I get out of the bath. I open my closet just to select an outfit. I guess I'll go with a sundress. This yellow sundress just suits perfectly with the surrounding today which just made things to turn more pleasant. I go all for warm colours today. I pair it with my flats and apply some makeup. "Taaaadaaaaa" I say loudly as I see a beautiful personality standing in front of the mirror. Well who can deny such a beauty, I am born hot after all. After my self admiration ceremony was successfully ended I rush to eat my breakfast. But then I see Grace whose face was blackened and the kitchen was a complete mess. I holder back my laughter but sniggered surely adding to her misery. She lets out a sigh as she dumps all the utensils in the sink. "Oh...ummmm... Jewel can you please manage your breakfast by buying something on your way to school" she gave an apologetic smile but all I can concentrate was on her face which was black. That's It, I couldn't hold my laughter any more and soon I find myself laughing my guts out. Chuckles after chuckles escaped my mouth. After some time I clutched my stomach because it started aching hard. I wonder why was her face black at first place. Lol

She washed her face. Now that she looked civil I gave her a nod and a thumbs upp that indicates that I can manage the breakfast thing. I go towards my car and say "Good Morning Leila" a sigh escapped my mouth as i stood there to admire Leila's beauty.I quickly get into the car and turn the radio on and let myself sit for some more time in Leila and to get lost in the luxury this Leila provides. I sniff the leather smell that came from the seats and close my eyes as the cold air of the air condition hit my face soothing me. "Leila, if just you were a person I would have married you in Vegas and would have got settled in the country side forever and live a happy ever after life." I say to Leila and Leila groans in response. I mean I start the ignition and that's how she groans. "Awwww you giving me a booty call in the morning, I like it. Save it for our honeymoon" I say. Did I mention I have a really creepy and a big perverted mind. I guess I missed that part. I shake my head to get rid of all the dirty pictures I am imaging about my and Leila's sex. Well I think It wouldn't work out well. Just then my phone beeps indicating an arrival of a text message but ignore it, because I am busy talking to Leila and nobody disturbs me. I see my watch to see the time 8:00. 'Shoot, fuck my imagination' I mutter under my breath as I realise I was getting late.

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I reach late to school. "Shoot" I cry as I enter into my first class which happened to be Spanish. Mr. Summers was again yapping away words which were nonexistent in my brain dictionary and so I don't give a damn about it. I entered the class and without asking anything went and sat beside Damsel. It was the only seat which was empty.

I snuck a glance at Damsel and was shocked to see that even he was looking at me. Our gazes meet. Just as I was into my own freaking lala land Summers spoke. Why always does he have to be a party pooper.

"Well welcome Lockhart. I wonder when are you going to consider asking permission when you enter in class." He growled but I simply shrugged it off but he was not so happy about it. He opened to say something but someone spoke in between that seems to divert Summer's attention.

"Sir can I ask something about the Spanish exam which is being held. So, I'd like to take part. Seems its competitive and interesting." Marc spoke and I and Mr. Summers looked at him. Summers gave him a knowing look and said " Yes Mr. O'Connor meet me in my office after this class." Marc nodded ecstatically. But somehow it seemed fake to me. Well its not like I know him well but I sure as hell know the genuine smile he gives when he is truly interested. Observer much? Hell yeah.